Ruth Lepson
The Octopus
isn’t getting any younger.
Life is a tinkly dance
when your head is wrinkling,
your tendrils lightweight,
and, curled among them,
seaflowers, left-over romance.
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Ruth Lepson
The Octopus
isn’t getting any younger.
Life is a tinkly dance
when your head is wrinkling,
your tendrils lightweight,
and, curled among them,
seaflowers, left-over romance.